Grandmas Mule

A rancher once told me," I wouldn't be caught dead on a mule". Oh you poor unwilling soul. Other than, them being half donkey, they are in reality quite suitable for most occasions. For example, like when grandma or Moomah came to visit the grandchildren. She said that she wanted to ride with them, it made perfect sense. In unison, all the kids shouted out with enthusiasm and joy "SALLY." There are many misguided and simply untrue behavioral traits surrounding the mule. Sure, when ill treated, one accurate swift kick with a hind appendage will send you to "The Big Roundup In The Sky." Or because of a mules' extremely elevated sense of survival, them being thought of as stubborn. It is a case of misunderstanding this beast of burden as a whole. I don't mean to keep striking the who is dumber cord, but listen to any old time mule skinner they will tell you, "You won't ever be as smart as the mule, you just need to be slow enough to listen to him." If we as humans have ever lived in a time, that is so fast that even our thoughts speed by, that time is at hand. So the day that I watched Sally and gramma walk down the arena at about one third of the normal Sally pace, I was brought from preschool to kindergarten in the equitation vocation. You see, Sally happens to be the product of a well bred gaited mare and a small Jack, giving her a very swift walk, perfect for the high strung and energetic child. When she moved off in tune with the pace congruent to that of my mother, I slowed myself enough to respect even more, our family pet.